Hazy

Chapter Two.

Author’s Note: Guys! I can't believe Hazy ranked Teen Fiction #787 and Fan Fiction #983 already! It has only been the first chapter! I'm not really familiar with the ranking system but I was really happy when I found out that my story is currently in the lists. Massive thank you! I swear this is going to get better. This is just a filler for you to know the background and the main aspect of the story. This is just a quick update. Again, thank you so much!

 

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Hazy. Chapter Two.

“Yeah, it’s been a while.” The handsome chap clothed in royal blue acknowledged the barista’s remark, his green eyes directly looking at me. His eyes slightly widened as his lips part, his structured jaw tilting to the side.

Something about the way his husky voice resonated through the air made me think that he was talking to me and not the barista he responded. That what he said was meant for me.

Was it?

It didn’t process fast enough through my brain that this Harry guy has his eyes landed on me, so the moment I looked away from him – I know I was caught dead staring at him first.

I looked over Luke and smiled nervously. I hope he didn’t notice the little encounter over there. Because the thought that this intimidating guy standing over the counter, is still staring at me, sends chills on my spine.

Something about the way we looked at each other built a certain connection, a make-shift bridge of foreign emotions pouring over me.

Something about it was exquisite, even though it was just merely seconds, I know for a fact that this will lead me to something kind of nostalgic. I pushed away that idea.

Never mind.

“Have you seen him before, Jamie?” Luke asked quietly, biting his bottom lip as he fidgeted over his fingers.

I shook my head.

“No.” I reassured, mostly to myself.

It’s like I have seen him before, though. It feels like I actually know him. But of course, this might be a delusional effect on my sudden increase of homework that involves term papers, long essays about classic films and novels which easily revolve around unrequited love, infatuation and attraction to a person.

Minutes seemed forever on my part after the encounter, but Luke seemed to forget all about the buzz earlier. Thank god.

Harry, if that’s really his name, is sat distantly across our table and I’m happy that Luke is telling me countless stories to keep myself distracted with that stranger.

His eyes..

I don’t know why but having his presence inside this shop is suffocating me in some way, like I can’t breathe evenly. And it’s making me uncomfortable.